Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1887-03-18

insurance agent, we became, as we
wrongly imagined very well acquaint-
ed with the ways Of genial George.
We never thought for moment that
he would ever turn out to be an assas-
sln--"kool," frigid- blooded and
"krcwel." He is that and more too
hes that and cold-hearted, sting
ing, whitening "kritick," and a SLAYER
OF rising, young and praiseworthy
ambition, all combined. AS editor
OF the Caldwell Tribune bis inner
nature cropped out quite boldly as a
scather and sarcastic scribe, and a
whitening wit, but we never even then
dreamed that he would, or could,
cool!y and deliberately, wickedly and
with malice aforethought, with a
malignant and abandoned heart, and
with no computations of conscience,
pour the cold, completely quenchIng
waters OF criticism on warm, bright
ly burning poetic ambition. But he
has "gone and done it." He is the
demon who now steers the course of
the Blackfoot Reporter, and his chief
delight is in staying poets. He is SO
tough, and such tremendous terror
that even Nemesis, the god of VEN
geance and retributive justice cannot
summon courage sufficient to tackle
him. Following is the "krewel krit-
iclsm" referred to:
"Seml- occasionally the fend who
presides over the destines of the Idaho
City World forgets that charity due
long suffering public, and bubbles
forth in song. He is like the "Sweet
Singer of Michigan"-only worse.
Pretty soon he will perpetrate one too
many of his diabollcal odelets, and
the inhabitants of that burg will arise
in their frenzied might, ard smite him,
and slay him even unto death. He is
very nice fellow, is Jones, and but
for this poetic passion might hope to
live to ripe old age. AS 1t is he will
die young, not even beloved of the
gods. His claim as star poet of the
Idaho press is not good one. He
has got to quit it, Or one OF these days
when we feel first rate we will roll up
our sleeves, spit on our hands and
monkey a little with the muse ourself
We will write "pome." We shall
write it in such shape that Jones will
not recognize it as breath from oul
mashed muse. He will read it un,
suspectingly and die"
We fondly dreamed muse we had las
soed-
A graceful, blooded, poetic thorough
bred
That would make us shine as rhymcl
divine,
And we had her secure by the hair of tn
head
But away she has fed Our firm girl
failed to hold her
This ''kritic", so scathlng, gave her
stampede fright
She kicked up her heels and scampere'
away
Snorted "fare thee wcl-good night;
then was out of SIGHT.
To be dubbed an orney, scrubby, cayus
plug,
As Wheeler the "krittick" "krewelly" il
siu-u-S-ed,
Was moren her grace could stand, On
so she absquat-u-lS-ed.
Odelcts smooth and divine, no more ca
. we weave,
And to mournfully think of it make u
!, sorely grievc.
The WORLDS poems are now ground OF
by grating "ma-chin-er-ee"-
, Comes out like sausage links, and III
t very grace-ful-lee.
This machine turns out no "linklets" {
brightly cleaning "thinklets."
Each "linkler' of "thinkle" is a lit
? chunk of think not divinely "thunk
: This machine can chime no rhyme su
lime. It's rough on rats, and roughly rul
and out of time. A few of the cogs a
out of whack and this accounts for Il
iuharmonic jar running through the yer
es. Right here the machine got clogg'
from overlooking, and failed to grind.
CHARLES STOLE, of Bellevue, HI
9 lately perfected an improved syste
J for saving fine gold, and will recer
9 within a short time letters of pate
: upon his apparatus. Experimen
y made by him prove beyond dou
l. the practioability of his method
'r the saving of the fine flower gold
re Snake river, and Mr.. Stole expec
W to realize handsome results from
s. invention. Bellevue Herald